There ought to be a book written about me, that there ought!

It's jam every other day: to-day isn't any other day, you know.

This was charming, no doubt; but they shortly found out That the Captain they trusted so well Had only one notion for crossing the ocean, And that was to tingle his bell.

I'm not strange, weird, off, nor crazy, my reality is just different from yours.

For, you see, so many out-of-the-way things had happened lately, that Alice had begun to think that very few things indeed were really impossible.

Why, you might just as well say that, I see what I eat, is the same as, I eat what I see.

A minute goes by so fearfully quick. You might as well try to stop a Bandersnatch!